Dmx- *talking*I ain't goin back to jailNext time, the county or the state see meIt's gonna be in a bag

Uhh! this is it baby!End of the road, ha hah!When you a dawg, you a dawg for life!You don't hear me though, you don't hear me thoughYou don't hear me though, c'mon, c'mon!

Method man-Watch them young guns that take none, nobody safeFrom the friday the 13th, ghetto jasonItchy trigger finger achin, snatch yo' assOut that s-class for fakin, forty-fo' blastIs a bloodbath, take your first step down a thug pathAin't no love here, just slugs hereKids know the half you get plugged here, that's just impossibleFor the weak to last now behold the unstoppableThird eye watchin you, watchin meThrowin rocks from the penalty box, cop a pleaYoung g we was born to die, don't cry for meJust keep the heat closely and ride for meCause we family for better or worse, you and iFrom the dirt, you snatch purse, so hard it hurtTo be here, and each year, I'm pourin out more beerFor deceased peers, holdin fortPolice line 'do not cross', they found his corpseIn the loft with the head cut off, and butt nakedHomicide the crime method, add anotherKiller verse to the murder record, the grand finale

Nas escobar-Hot corners, cops with warrants, every block is boringFriday night, getting bent, lick a poemMy dawg, not even home a month yet, and blaze a girlIn the stomach, he robbin niggaz who pumpinLil' blood got popped, by the group home catEverybody nervous in the hood, pullin they gatsFiend yellin out, who got those? go and seeShorty snot-nosed, he don't floss but he got doughThug faces, fugitives runnin from court casesSlugs shootin past for the love of drug paperQueens cap peelers, soldiers, drug dealersAnd god'll throw a beam of lightning down cause he feel usMay the next one, strike me down if I'm not the realestThe mayor wanna call the swat team to come and kill usBut, dawgs are friends, if one see the morgue, one'll liveTo get revenge, and we ride to the endBravehearts blow the lye with henn, and still riseTook alive with live men, my man got three six-to-eighteen'sAnd only five in, the belly of the beastDidn't wanna hear the shit I tried to tell him on the streetsIt's irrelevant, the beast love to eat black meatAnd got us niggaz from the hood, hangin off his teethWe slangin to eat, bringin the heatBulletholes, razor scars is the pain in the street, huh

(chorus) x2Ja rule-When you a dawg you a dawg for life (ride or die)My dawgs feel pain from love (see eye to eye)Give us one shot at life (let us fly)Come on niggaz! (we dawgs for life)

Method man- *talking*There's mad money out here dawgMad money out hereWhat you tryin to get it? (word up)You gonna bust your gun to get it? (tsh, whatever yo)I hear you I hear you

Dmx-Uhh, I've lost my grip on reality or so it would seemPinch myself to wake up, cause I know it's a dreamNiggaz that don't know me see me and think i'ma rob emNiggaz that know me well see me and think i'ma problemI'm just a nigga that's misunderstoodBut word to God I turn your last name to underwoodCause if I see it, i'ma take it and run with it, that's meWhat type of bullshit is this nigga on? that's dThe dawg come and getcha outsideThe more blood flows, when I plug holes with the snub nosedGun blows, bullets whistle, wouldn't miss youHit you all up in your mouth like it tried to kiss youDrama, it's right here, how much you need?Beat you down with gat see how much you bleedHow much you plead, for your life, you was a killerAnd all the bitches comin up out that ass you feelin, gettin realerNow beg for your life, one more time, one more crimeOne more nine, c'mon cry niggaIt's over! this is the shit, that hits hardYou either the last one standing, or the last one to fall